Testo: Sleater-Kinney. All Hands On The Bad One. Was It A Lie?.

The yard was cold and dark
the tracks were clearly marked
But she was tired/ she didn't see
She was just out alone
She wasn't going home
she was going somewhere far away

the train was moving through
as we know the world has to do
Everyone will say it was her fault
Somewhere a camera is placed
inside this awful place
the accident is about to start

was it a lie?
did it fill you head
did it entertain?
Will you feel alive
at the end of it?

When the collision came
she died right away
her body flung almost sixty feet
and as she split in two
was she coming straight for you
and do you have a camera for a face?
was she your TV show
Was she your video

A woman's pain never private,
always seen
I want to close my eyes
I want to cut the wires
I want a day not made for you to see

When you play it back to me
it feels more like a parody
And that's all I will ever be
it's all i will ever be
i really dont' care about it
i dont care if it's cold
I really want to be the prettiest wreck
you've seen
(You broadcast it in 50 states
looped her death on the internet
and a woman's life got cheaper that day
a woman's life got cheaper that day)